My sweet friend...
Its sad, but we must face there is no substance to our love any more and it cannot give us what it does not have Its there, in image and essence, in our heart, like a glass that we see on a table when we are thirsty, but that cannot satiate our thirst because its empty. The love we remember is just a shadow, there is nothing but darkness where before there was light and there is no use hoping things will change every night... We just must learn to wish upon another star. Sign in to see full entry.